Fayth
Junior Member
The methodical scratch of pencil on paper and the low hum of the radio are the only sounds in the apartment. Dante's slow, rhythmic breathing is swallowed by the radio, his slight shifts in posture nearly silent.
It's strange, this silence. Even at the witching hour, there is some sort of noise going on in his apartment building: a television left on, a near-incoherent pre-dawn argument, a couple having morning sex. Even if it's only the slam of a door as someone comes in from their third shift job, there's something, but this morning, there is nothing. It's as if the building is holding its' breath, waiting.
The radio shifts into static for a few seconds, then, louder than the fuzzy music coming from it before, the announcer speaks up.
"Hey, guys, just got some weird news..." The normally lethargic DJ sounds more alert, an undertone of confusion in his voice. "There's like, heavy police presence all over the city right now... not sure what's up with that, but my girlfriend just texted me that there's a bunch of blues over by her apartment, and I can see the lights of another couple cars from here..."
As if his announcement conjured them, police lights flash across Dante's blinds, punctuating the DJ's words.
"Don't go anywhere, guys, you know how the blues work..." The DJ laughs, a dry sound that crackles into the apartment. "Just stay in for a few hours... pretty sure you can do without the booty call, right?"
It's strange, this silence. Even at the witching hour, there is some sort of noise going on in his apartment building: a television left on, a near-incoherent pre-dawn argument, a couple having morning sex. Even if it's only the slam of a door as someone comes in from their third shift job, there's something, but this morning, there is nothing. It's as if the building is holding its' breath, waiting.
The radio shifts into static for a few seconds, then, louder than the fuzzy music coming from it before, the announcer speaks up.
"Hey, guys, just got some weird news..." The normally lethargic DJ sounds more alert, an undertone of confusion in his voice. "There's like, heavy police presence all over the city right now... not sure what's up with that, but my girlfriend just texted me that there's a bunch of blues over by her apartment, and I can see the lights of another couple cars from here..."
As if his announcement conjured them, police lights flash across Dante's blinds, punctuating the DJ's words.
"Don't go anywhere, guys, you know how the blues work..." The DJ laughs, a dry sound that crackles into the apartment. "Just stay in for a few hours... pretty sure you can do without the booty call, right?"